I found the book in a dusty secondhand bookshop. It was mine, the novel I’d always planned, but never wrote. That was my name in embossed letters on the cover, and the picture in the back could’ve been me, in another life.
I searched everywhere for the author, the publisher, anything I could find. Nothing.
So, I copied it out and sent it off to a publisher. I figured if another me wrote the book, it didn’t count as stealing.
Except today I got a letter from Shrodinger, Tyson, and Hawking, Multiversal Law. I’m being sued by me for plagiarism.

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